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RTSG Round Three: Enemies in the Darkness
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Thirdtwin
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PostPosted: Sun Jun 06, 2004 9:09 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote Edit/Delete this post Delete this post View IP address of poster

Red 3.1 -Scarlet Rain, Blue-Minded Heaven-

The two now stood on the blue tiles of one of the many houses in the Gohda compound. The rain's intensity had picked up; both men were now soaked in water and blood. Red's trembling hand gripped his Zero Sword tighter, his knuckles white against the hilt. Across the roof, Cyan stood, unyielding; the aura from the twin spells he had cast were fading, but the man's own strength seemed infinite. Red raised his sword, feeling the rain slant into his eyes as the wind picked up, yet even in the dark of the night he could still see his opponent's pale face and stern eyes.

"I'll teach you that lesson yet," Cyan spoke, his voice even with the rumbling thunder.

"Come on, then. I've got all night. Let's see how good of a teacher you are."

Lightning.

I see it...

Red leapt forth, his cape flapping, his footfalls barely audible over the ever-louder howl of the raging wind. Cyan matched his charge, arms low, hands on his sheathed katana. Their eyes locked.

I see it.

Two flurries of arrows were let loose. Five wedged between the azure shingles, each not a step behind Red. Five sailed above Cyan's head, perpendicular to his charge, each missing by a hair's breadth. And still they charged. Overhead, the lion's jaws loosed a tremendous roar, the thunder shaking the house upon which they stood.

I see it!

From Cyan's throat burst a heart-shaking warcry. His grip doubled in intensity as he prepared to unleash one of his sure-killing iai strikes. Red only continued to charge, never losing the other man's eyes in the midst of the storm and dark.

I see it!!

Lightning flashed. So, too, did the Murasame.

And Red dodged.

His left fist drove into Cyan's armor; both recoiled from the impact. Cyan recovered first, his armor absorbing most of the shock, and raised his sword in the air--

--lightning--

--drew up his sword seemingly instantly, metal resounding as the two blades clashed. Lowering his steel, Red charged in, slamming his shoulder into Cyan's chest; his shoulder quite probably received more damage than the knight did, but the old man staggered back again, another two steps. Backstepping himself, he found himself with just enough breathing room to loose a Swallow Swing. The two discs screamed through the air, the sound of a thousand birds drowning out even the wind. Cyan twitched, dodged the first--

--lightning--

--tore through the left shoulder of his armor, blood again mingling with rain. Red wasted no time, charging in yet again. He swung once, twice, the air singing with each slice; Cyan blocked once, twice, the sacred blade thrumming with each strike. A cyan aura spiked--

--lightning--

--staggered back as the blade bit through his vest, the now-familiar Retort technique searing him with its force. He grit his teeth, sword hand twitching as he tried his best to cover the wound--

"Sloppy."

"What wuzzat, old man?"

"Sloppy. That last charge. I could feel it in your strike; you began to underestimate me."

"..."

"You've done that before, haven't you? You're used to overpowering with a rush of techniques, then slowing down after you suspect your opponent is wounded. In some cases, a valid strategy... but more often than not, a sure way to get yourself killed." Cyan nodded, lapsing into the archaic as he finished. "Dost thou see?"

"...yeah. Yes, I do." Red still somehow found it in him to grin. "I see it... quite clearly."

"Then, again! Show me what you've learned!"

Lightning.
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Malak gazed at the magnificent mansion. Much like the previous round, there were ghosts and spirits... they just weren't tangible: their malice (or whatever emotion they used) weren't yet at the point of allowing them to become manifest.

However, the dark deeds committed at the castle (no matter what the "justification" might have been) drew Malak's attention like a magnet. Or, to use a more apt analogy, like a kath hound to wounded prey. His mechanical wheezed out in what almost seemed to be a sigh of pleasure. Assuming, of course, that pleasure still existed in the black heart of Darth Malak, Dark Lord of the Sith...

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Session Seven: Ninja Ed!

Dressed in black and a bright orange-red, Edward masked herself in the shadows. For now, she was Edward no more, but forever will be

-NINJA ED-


Gracefully, she tripped over a stone as she ran steathfully through the area, her feet hitting the ground hard and heavy, clunking with each step. Ein backed a few times, causing heads to turn and look for what caused the sound, but Ed was so steathful, they didn’t notice her at all, turning around and ignoring whatever “sound” they had heard.

“Ein-dog, silence!” She commanded. Ed was good a commanding Ein, and Ein was, for the most part, good at listening. She pressed her finger to her lips and signaled the dog to follow her, which he did, being all obedient and everything. No, it had nothing to do with the rope around his neck, and Ed dragging him. Ein had the choice to follow Ed, and he did so.

After much stealth-running, Edward found herself to be quite tired. The shadows managed to hide this as she passed an uncovered window with the summer sun shining into the large castle.

“Let us rest, Ein-dog,” she said, and sat on the ground. People passed her, glancing sideways every once in awhile, but instantly dismissing her presence, as she was –NINJA ED-. Ein sighed, and wished he could hide in the shadows away from all this embarrassment.

Soon, the air filled with a strange smell. The smell of something roasting, cooking…

It was fire.

“Hark, Ein-dog!” she gasped, “I smell something!”

They quickly went to investigate, running as they traced the smell. Ein could smell it clearly, but Edward had to close her eyes in order to follow the scent. She managed to trace it into a brick wall five times, and into a strange, small room. It appeared to be a kitchen, with kitchen like looks and utensils all over the place. She sniffed the air and the smell of smoke and fire filled her nose. She coughed, and patted herself on her back for being able to find this place by herself.

“Did you hear something, Bud?” asked a voice.

“I dunno, Lisa… I’ll go check.”

And with that, Edward his her orange-red and black clad self within the shadows of the room.
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PostPosted: Sun Jun 06, 2004 9:55 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote Edit/Delete this post Delete this post View IP address of poster

Drizzt had procured a bow and quiver of arrows, while Revan was already battling outside the castle gates. He quickly ran up the buttresses to the top of the castle wall, noting Revan fighting furiously against a group of black-clad ninjas. His lightsaber was making sort work of their weapons, so they had shifted to hit and run tactics.

One ninja feigned a stab high, pulling his blade back quickly enough to avoid the lightsaber while another ninja tried to slip a dagger into the Jedi Master's side.

*thwip*

An arrow caught the attacking ninja in the shoulder, the force of the blow sending him flat on his face. Another arrow quickly followed, striking him in his back and piercing through his lung.

A fine shot.

I've had lots of practice.

Revan continued to battle the ninjas, two now in front of him, and many more waiting for the Jedi to falter, anticipating the moment to strike. Drizzt took aim at the foolishly complacent ninjas, one arrow striking through a heart, another targeting a separate ninja's throat.

The other ninjas scattered, their instinct to become mobile and make a more difficult target. A pair of ninjas ran to the castle walls, and leapt against the thick stone structure.

To Drizzt's amazement, the ninjas continued running up the wall, though it was easily thirty feet high. As they came over the top, they floated towards Drizzt, shriukens flying towards the drow from two directions.

Drizzt's blades became a blur, some shriukens bouncing harmlessly off his dwarven-crafted magical chain mail, most of them deflected by Drizzt's impossibly fast blades. As the ninjas approached, still floating, they drew their katanas and began to slash at Drizzt from the air. Drizzt defended the wild slashes as the ninjas landed on solid rock, their weapons still furiously slashing at the drow.

Drizzt kept his composure, despite these opponents' superhuman abilites, and deflected the vicious attacks. Both were in front of him, which allowed him to focus on both of them equally. One came in low, his katana sweeping towards Drizzt's ankles while the second ninja thrust towards Drizzt's midsection. The attacks were faster than Drizzt anticipated, and he was forced to backflip over the sweep and back away from the thrust.

Drizzt was also unprepared for how high he jumped, his flip carrying on three times over before he gained his balance again. He was still floating, and felt as if he was walking on air. The ninjas took the initiative, leaping up and flaying their legs as if they were running. They pair floated up to an even level with the Ranger, their attacks coming in strong to catch the surprised drow off-guard.

The ninjas advanced, and pushed Drizzt back through the air. Drizzt was still quick with his blades, parrying one attack and sliding Icingdeath across the forearm of one of the ninjas. The blade seared into the ninja, ice spreading across the wound and around his forearm. The ninja's arm muscles froze, and his sword fell from his hand as he fell back towards the ground.

The second ninja was quick to draw his wakizashi, both blades swirling and clattering against Drizzt's scimitars. Drizzt deflected the attacks easily, knowing the ninja was feigning mediocrity before unleashing a skilled flurry. Drizzt left what appeared to be an opening in his defenses, and the ninja took advantage, bringing his katana up towards Drizzt's throat.

The drow saw the attack from a mile away, and pushed himself back through the air, bringing Twinkle across the katana. The ninja's blade was cleaved, sliced by the scimitar's incredible enchantment. As the ninja's eyes widened at his blade's destruction, he managed to speak "that was a Hanzo--" before Icingdeath sheared through his neck, severing his head from his body.

Drizzt floated down to the ground now, and looked over the edge of the walls at Revan, who had dispatched the remaining ninjas and was now clapping his hands at the drow.

"You must teach me to walk on air sometime, Ranger," Revan said with a smile.

"I would if I had any explaination for how it happened."

Revan continued to grin.

"The Force works in mysterious ways, my friend."

Drizzt shrugged, bending over to retrieve his bow and quiver.
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Nova watched idly as Sly quietly slipped out of the kitchen during a lull in the children’s requests…not that she particularly blamed him. She grinned a little as she looked over to where the twins were trying to get Guri to ‘test’ their latest concoction.

“… my limit? I was…stronger…what am I…lacking? I have to...”

Nova looked over to Akira, watching as she muttered and tossed in her sleep. Nova closed her eyes for a minute, trying to sense what troubled the young warrior. She couldn’t get a clear sense of Akira’s emotions, only feeling confusion surrounding her heart. Nova rested against the wall as she thought of the difference between Akira’s confusion and Shizumaru’s tranquility.

Nova watched as Akira’s eyes opened, quickly jerking upright as she remembered her last moments of consciousness. Nova put a gentle hand on Akira’s shoulder, and told her in a low tone “You’re in a safe place. I’m Nova Shido, and we’ve already treated your wounds. How are you feeling?”

Akira was silent for a moment before answering. “Akira Kazama. Surprisingly well, considering what I should be feeling.”

Nova helped Akira to a sitting position and handed her a bowl of V-tech. Akira smelled the food for a moment, then dug in with the hunger of the newly-healed. Nova smiled a little as she handed Akira a glass of water, Akira nodding her thanks.

“If you don’t mind me asking, could you tell me why you’re fighting?”

Akira almost spat out the sip she’d been taking, surprise plain on her face. “Why do you ask?”

Nova remembered the Magic Knights’ first adventure. “Once, my…friends were involved in a fight. They were outsiders drawn in by one of the forces, ignorant of the struggle as a whole. After the fight was over, something…precious was lost. It caused my friends a great deal of pain, only made worse by the knowledge that the outcome could have been avoided if they’d known of the larger picture. Since then…” Nova’s voice trailed off, and Akira nodded in understanding.

“Foremost, I think I fight for my friends. Only…I’m not sure if that’s enough.”

Nova thought on this for a moment. “Then you joined this tournament to see if it truly is enough; to see if your conviction would really be able to sustain you.”

Akira was surprised to hear her own thoughts spoken by Nova, and even more surprised to hear herself reply, “I’m also afraid people might see that, and use those doubts against me…or even worse, my friends. Even knowing that, I’m not even sure how to find another reason to fight. But I know I at least have to try.”

Nova nodded. “In my homeland, Cephiro, belief is power; belief is reality . The strength of one’s belief can almost directly equate to one’s power; the collective belief of the people shapes reality.”

“So you’re saying that just because you believe in something it comes true? Not likely.”

Nova gave a little smile as she thought of how unlikely her words sounded. “Probably not, but it’s true all the same. ‘Warrior spirit’, ‘ki’, ‘strength of heart’…we of Cephiro know these things are just other names for belief. The belief that you’re too good, too skilled to lose. The belief in your own power. The belief in the people around you, and their belief in you.”

Akira frowned a little, trying to digest this.

“Let me tell you a story. Not too long ago, the people of Cephiro lost something important, something vital that they had always depended on for safety. Soon after, the entire world of Cephiro was threatened by,” Nova’s voice caught for a moment, then she continued, “a great evil. This evil had actually managed to destroy the world, save for one tiny castle. The people had gathered inside the castle, intending it for their last stand. It wasn’t until the evil was finally confronted that the reason it had come to destroy the world was revealed.”

“And the reason was?” Akira asked, drawn into the story.

“The evil had come to destroy the world, had actually come into existence, because the people were afraid of what would happen without their defender. The world had literally nearly come to an end because of their fear.”

“So you’re saying…you’re saying that I was defeated because I doubted my purpose? That because I feared people would use my belief against me it actually came true?”

Nova nodded. “But you’re forgetting one important thing. That same self-doubt you have answers your own questions. Because you fear your friends might be hurt because of your doubt only reinforces your concern for your friends’ safety.”

Akira stared at the flickering fire, pondering what Nova had said…
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Curley W
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Since I've been feeling pretty low on creativity, and with what I heard about the Round set up, I'm stepping out of the main competition. However, I'll be working towards Reeestablishing my Damage Record(again). All forms of attacks on me are welcome. Infact, Good Drano against me will be rewarded.

Now, I go to bed. And hopefully a real night's sleep is what I need to get my groove back.
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A-vote to Jason Soe.

Ask and ye shall recieve.

-Nova Shido, TwinBlade
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PostPosted: Sun Jun 06, 2004 10:14 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote Edit/Delete this post Delete this post View IP address of poster

1 chained A-Vote to Jason Soe
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The search for inspiration continues. :\ But for now....

Use of Awakening (as I was told in IRC, abilities like this stacked with the Twin Sword, and I don't want to Overdrive Razz)

A-vote to Jason Soe (Chained)

That should help a bit. *chuckles*
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Sly Cooper quietly crept through the stone fortress, alert for any sudden encounters - yet beyond the sounds of war and fighting amongst the driving rain outside, the halls were surprisingly quiet. With some luck, the throng of competitors down in the basement would provide a distraction while he investigated the rest of the facility. Unfortunately, beyond a few wall scrolls that didn't seem all that different from the first and a couple of vases and other decorations that were far too heavy to carry with him, there wasn't much of interest here.

Sly's ears perked up at a sudden loud noise, and he froze in place. The metallic ringing of crossed blades, it sounded, coming from almost directly overhead. He looked up... could it be the other competitor from the field? If so...

---

Leaving the torchlit halls of the fortress behind, Sly Cooper emerged from the rooftop. The sounds of sword combat had stopped - but pouring rain still flooded down from the clouds above. The battlements were nearly empty - the crumpled bodies of a few ninjas were scattered here and there, but other than himself, the only sign of life was... a lone, tall dark humanoid, furiously running back and forth along the battlement firing arrows at the plains below him. Perfect...

Sly took a closer look at his target. The two glimmering scimitars hung at his sides, their cutting edges now speckled with dark blood. Yech - in any event, running off with one of these weapons... might not be a good idea at the moment. After all, it was less than clear exactly where he would put such a hefty blade for the next few days, and given that the elfus would still be wandering around with him... yeah, bad idea. On the other hand, if there was anything he had learned in his years of thieving, it was that where there's loot, there's more loot. And indeed, attached to Drizzt's hip, was a rather conspicuous small bag.

Sly Cooper grasped his cane carefully. This one was definitely going to be a bit tricky...

And without further hesitation, Sly darted forward, coming to a stop behind a corner of the structure just along Drizzt's walking path. With a quick motion, he spun his cane around vertically to grasp its pointed end, and waited for his quarry's next passage. Indeed, soon enough the dark-skinned humanoid ran by again - and as subtly as he could, just as Drizzt passed by him Sly reached out with the hook of the cane and carefully undid the pouch's strap with its hooked end - and with a quick pull, brought it right into his arms. Sly held his breath as he waited for Drizzt to notice... but, his luck held, and the heavily distracted (and exhausted) Drizzt took no note, as he continued firing arrow after arrow down to the field below. Sly faded into the shadows, and headed back into the castle to examine his new acquisitions...
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It took the drow a minute to notice the lack of weight in his particularly favorite pouch on his belt, but when he did, the bow dropped from his hands and he reached frantically for the pouch.

Guen's figurine is gone!

Revan looked up from his battle to see a frantic, panicked Drizzt. Revan felt the Dark Side begin to slowly creep up in the Ranger.

Go search for your friend. I can handle things here.

Drizzt nodded to the Jedi, and turned to look for clues.

Drizzt switched his eyes over to infravision, allowing him to see heat from bodies, and more importantly here, footfalls. And, as he expected, he saw a small set of tracks leading back into the castle. Drawing his blades, Drizzt crept forward along the wall moving slowly into the castle, falling into the shadows.

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Drizzt hadn't seen in infravision in years, but the shift was not a new experience for the drow. He lived most of his life in the Underdark, his world devoid of light.

The tracks were beginning to fade, even on the cold stone, a credit to the thief's quick and light footfalls. Drizzt held tight to the walls, small bands of torchlight piercing through thin-slitted windows as the drow crept silently through the corridor. The rain continued to beat down outside, and Drizzt's keen drow ears were muddled by the dull thudding of the rain on the thin roof above him.

Drizzt could see his breath in the infravision, the cloud of vapor obscuring his senses as he slid through the stone passage, showing as an orange glob in his face. He couldn't focus on the tracks with his eyes shifted into darkvision.

He shifted back to spectral vision, listening for anything that wasn't part of the ambient sound around him. The corridor was nearly pitch, the torches in this area long since extinguished, the ninjas not having infiltrated this area of the ruins just yet. The sound of the torrential pour had faded as he delved further into the castle, and he thought he heard a slight rustle through a doorway down the hall...

RRRRROWWWR!

Drizzt sprinted down the corridor to the doorway, and as he spun through the door he saw Guen hovering over a small, blue-clothed racoon, one paw held firmly on the small animal's chest. Guen's claws were slowly extending, stopping just short of piercing into Sly's chest.

"Erm...nice kitty?" the thief managed, not wanting to squirm and get his face forcibly removed.

"I should have known it was you, thief," Drizzt said, his tone even and controlled.

"Well, you know, I am the greatest thief in the--oof!"

Guen was pushing down with his paw, pushing the air out of his lungs.

"Thank you, Guen. You may return home, and rest," Drizzt said, his burning lavender eyes fixed directly into Sly's own dialated pupils.

The panther growled a bit towards the racoon, and began to fade into a gray mist as Drizzt sheathed Twinkle and lifted Sly by his throat.

"I told you to keep your hands clear of me, thief, and you decided to test your luck," Drizzt said, his eyes still fixed on Sly's with a harnessed and controlled rage.

"Erm, well, I was just trying to make sure, that, um, your valuables were kept secure while you were fighting. Very noble, I have to say, to heroically battle those--hrk!"

Drizzt's hand tightened on Sly's throat.

"Guenhwyvar is my friend, not a valuable. You are nothing more than a cowardly thief."

Drizzt's hand tightened.

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Drizzt! Drizzt.

Revan and Malak both sensed the Dark Side raging in Drizzt, the rage--almost hatred--surging up in the drow lighting their minds up like a beacon. Revan leapt away from his fight to find the drow before the Sith could goad him further into the path to the Dark Side.


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Drizzt had Icingdeath to Sly's throat now, the blade freezing the ends of the racoon's fur as it inched closer to his helpless gullet.

"You toy with my friend, and now you cover up your offense with a lie," the Ranger said, his teeth clenched as he spat out the words.

Release me....

"Drizzt, NO!"

Revan sped into the room, his speed greatly enhanced by the Force.

Release me...

Drizzt's grip on Icingdeath tightened.

"Don't give into your anger, Drizzt! That is the path to the Dark Side!"

Release me...

"He deserves to die."

Release me!

"Who are you to judge who should and shouldn't die! Don't let your anger cloud your heart, Drizzt!"

RELEASE ME!

Drizzt's eyes clinched, and Revan pulled the scimitar from his hand with the Force. Drizzt dropped the thief, who took no time in scurrying past Revan and out into the corridor.

Drizzt fell to one knee, the voice in his head growing ever louder.

We will have our vengeance.

I will not give into you...I will not allow the Hunter to escape.

Revan looked out into the hallway, and saw a faint red glow coming around the bend.

Malak was on his way.
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Ninja lesson #1: Plural of ninja is "ninja". Not "ninjas".
Ninja lesson #2: Ninja do not use katanas. Katanas are for sissy samurai! Ninja use ninja-to!

Deployment +49 hours: 06 minutes: 51 seconds (SPARTAN 117 Mission Clock)/ Gohda Castle, Tenchu universe

John had originaly intended to link up with Cyan, but paused as he watched the swordsman school the hot-headed Red in the finer arts of swordplay and combat. He nodded as Cyan spoke to Red about the fighter's weaknesses; Colonel Mendez had trained him and his fellow Spartans in many of the same important lessons about combat.

The Master Chief watched intently as the two fighters continued to clash. He didn't bother to pay attention to his surroundings, or rather, did not pay extra attention to them. With the threat detector, Cortana, and his own incredible hearing, nothing could sneak up on him.

"I must admit, their fighting styles are quite effective," Cortana commented, observing the battle just as John was. "I wonder how they'd fare against the Covenant?" John didn't reply, but he estimated that Cyan would fare well, as would Red. He would be happy to have them alongside his Spartans. For an instant, he imagined the two fighters with the same enhancements and MJOLNIR armors his team used. They would cleave through the Covenant like a scythe through grass.

the Master Chief was suddenly jolted from his thoughts as a group of blobs appeared on his detector. he spun quickly, his enhanced vision and hearing placing a quartet of black-clad figures creeping anlong a nearby rooftop, observing the battle below between Cyan and Red. At least one of them held an arciac bow and a quiver of arrows.

"Ninja," Cortana commented, and John nodded. Back on Reach, the Spartans had learned many of the ninja techniques and improvisational skills, as well as their arts of steakth and infiltration. That still didn't shake John's relaization that these ninja were apparently setting up to strike at his comrades.

The Master Chief moved quickly, but silently, in spite of the thousand pounds of armor, machinery, and human that he was. He closed with the wall below where the ninja were lurking, and leaped. His powerful mucles and the MJOLNIR's liquid crystal matrix hurled him all the way up the wall, onto the rooftop and in front of some very suprised ninja.

One of them shouted "oni!" which caused the Master Chief to recall the division of the UNSC by the same name, buit only for an instant. he pumped his shotgun's action and leveled the weapon at the nearest ninja. The ninja rolled aside as the shotgun fired, buckshot striking the blue rooftop.

The ninja fanned out, one circling behind and stabbing at John with his ninja-to. the straight blade dove in at the Chief's back, and he spun with shocking speed, stepping back and away. he could have parried th eblow, but so much experience with Elites and their swords had taught him to evade over parry when it came to melee weapons. Even as he twisted away from the blade, John stepped back in with shocking speed and jabbed out hard with his rifle butt, the metal stock of the weapon smashing into the ninja's shoulder and pulverizing it. The spy cried out in pain as his arm went a direction it was not intended to go, but the cry was cut off as the shotgun's stock came back around in a forward smash. The metal stock struck with all the power of the Master Chief's MJOLNIR armor behind it, and the ninja was hurled off the roof as if he'd been blasted by an anti-tank weapon, dead long before he'd even hit the ground.

The Cheif didn't even watch him fly, instead spinning toward the other ninja. One hurled a trio of shuriken at him, the small stars bouncing off John's shield with a brilliant flare. A second circled, nocking his bow and drawing the arrow back. the thrid charged, raising his ninja-to for a quick cleave. John pumped his shotgun, leveled the weapon, and held his fire as the ninja twisted aside. he tracked the ninja, the weapon tracking lightning-fast, and he fired as the ninja completed his dodge. The black-clad man was thrown to the roof, dead instantlyas the buckshot tore him apart.

An arrow bounced off the Chief's shields as he pumped his shotgun once more. he spun toward the other ninja, who realized their doom and began to retreat. John leveled his weapon at one of the ninja, who leaped into the air.

The buckshot from the Master Chief's shotgun flew faster than a leaping ninja, however.

The other ninja, the one with the bow, managed to egt out of John's line of sight, but he scrambled after the spy, not letting this enemy escape. He spotted the man dropping to a lower rooftop, and drew his pistol. John sighted the man through the pistol's scope, and fired three times. One round blew apart the tiles at the ninja's feet. the second took the man in the left calf, staggering him. The third struck between his shoulder blades, and with a scream of pain, the ninja tumbled off the roof to his death.

John lifted his shotgun, and pumped it once more, loading another shell into the chamber, and returned to his silent vigil, watching over Red and Cyan as they dueled.

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PostPosted: Sun Jun 06, 2004 11:45 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote Edit/Delete this post Delete this post View IP address of poster

"Come out, come out, wherever you are...." Bud lifted his pan as he advanced slowly towards the shadows where Ninja Ed was hidden.

*woof*

"Eiiiiin~ be quiet~" Ed whispered, alarmed. Fortunately for her, Guri dropped a pan on the floor at the moment she said it, so she went unheard by Bud. He frowned, however, and took another step forward.

"Who's there? Is someone there?"

*woofwoof*

Ed's eyes widened in panic, even as Bud's narrowed. "Slave!" he called, turning to look at Guri. "Come over here and investigate this!"

"What, are you too chicken to do it yourself, Bird?" Guri sneered as he inspected a rather stained looking coffee mug. "Need your pet to check out a scawwy noise your widdle ears heard in the daaaaark?"

"I'm not scared, slave! This is just menial work, unfit for someone of my power!"

"Sure, sure, whatever you say....and are those FEATHERS sticking out of your robes?" he said mockingly.

"....All right, that's it, you're gonna suffer for that remark!" Rolling up his sleeves, Bud rushed towards Guri with his pan held high in the air, the goblin suddenly looking far less amused.

That was Ed's chance - she darted swiftly out from the shadows, Ein close behind. Unfortunately, they weren't quick enough to avoid the eyes of the other twin.

"Bud! Look!" Lisa ran forward, and dove onto the fleeing Ed's legs, pinning her to the ground. "You doof, Bud! There really WAS someone there!"

"....oops." Bud turned his head to see Lisa holding down the struggling Ed, pan still raised over the cowering Guri's head. Ein ran around the two, barking frantically. Lowering the pan, he hurried over to them.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Lisa demanded.

"Um....uh....er...."

"Talk!" Bud pointed his frying pan at Ed in an attempt to look intimidating. "Or you'll face the wrath of Bud the Malignant!"

"Uh, well, Edward smelled the stew, and Edward was hungry, so...."

"Oh, is that the puppy's name?" Lisa asked. "Edward?"

"No no, Edward is Edward!" Ed nodded. "That's Ein." She looked thoughtful suddenly. "Ein is probably hungry too, now that Ed thinks about it."

"....I see." Lisa exchanged confused looks with Bud. "Anyway, would you two like some food? There's plenty for every-"

"Hold it, Lisa," Bud interrupted. "She can't eat unless she contributes to the making of the stew....and it's not done yet anyway," he added as an afterthought. "Got anything to add in?"

"Um....ah.....oh!" Ed nodded vigorously. "Edward have mushrooms! Are mushrooms okay?"

"Yeah, actually, that'd be perfect." Bud nodded approvingly. "Very well, Lisa, let her up so she can give us the mushrooms. They'll make a fine addition to the meal."

"Hee hee...." Ed giggled to herself as she handed over the mushrooms and watched the two drop them into the pot, for reasons that she alone knew.

For now.
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The kitchen was packed full of people and none of them were really paying attention to him. In a way, it reminded him of back home, although there wasn't quite as much sexual tension as the Hinata Apartments tended to have.

'And that's just fine,' Keitaro decided as he surveyed the room, which consisted primarily of men, and the few women present were in fact young girls. 'Sexual tension here would be... very bad.'

Whatever was going on in the rest of the castle, and it was most certainly some kind of vicious battle between ninja clans, or whatever faux-historical event they seemed to have landed in the midst of, at least there was the relatively ninja-free kitchen. Maybe ninjas just didn't think of food right away, which would normally be a strength. It worked out well for the contestants who had little care in being bogged down by the conflict.

He watched with disinterest as the two kids met up with the eccentric mushroom girl he saw back at the Abbey. An unusual, interesting girl, to be sure, but it felt like there was something else he should be doing. Here he was in the midst of some grand, epic battle, sitting in a kitchen, watching kids put mushrooms in a cookpot.

It was a Seta-like trait, being so curious about events and items of historical significance to risk provoking all kinds of native outrage, and it was the first time that Keitaro had ever demonstrated it, as well. But whatever it was, it meant one single thing for Keitaro. He was about to go do something that he probably shouldn't do. It would be dangerous and it might even be fun. But he was going to act instead of react. Be decisive. That's what Naru wanted all along, wasn't it?

Quickly shaking off the thoughts of his... well, whatever he might call Naru, since "beloved" certainly didn't fit, and nothing else seemed to, either... he began to rifle through assorted possessions in the kitchen, garbing himself with a black apron, and a black shirt that he fastened into a mask of sorts that looked something like this.

For a moment, Keitaro stood in the doorway, looking back at the others in the kitchen. "I am Keitaro Urashima," he announced boldly, "and I am ninja!"

Before anyone could turn to look at him, he disappeared into the shadows.

They saw him three seconds later when he tripped and fell flat on his face. But he just stood up, brushed himself off, and vanished again. So went the determination of Keitaro Urashima, ninja

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This non-story story segment has no actual story value. It is only for the sake of cheap entertainment, and is not to be taken internally. Very Happy

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"D00d...there are ninjas!" Kruseider poked his head out of the hold of the great wooden ship, lifting his eyepatch for a better and more three-dimensional glance at the towering castle in the distance.

"Mmm...I must concur," Captain Soujiro, brilliant and handsome captain of the Whale's Whisker pirates nodded as he hung upside-down eating a cheeseless quesedilla. "At first, I thought that one of the toilet pipes had busted, but that odiously odd odor could only be that of...NINJAS!"

"Ninjas!?" Several crew members poked their heads into the scene from whatever they were doing.

"Aye, ninjas, and I'll tell you, there's no foe more crafty than the ninja!" Captain Soujiro took off his great hat bearing the emblem of a skull and chicken drumsticks, placing on the head of the cute underage crewmember Carly Cheeese. "Why, one time...yesss...I was off the coast of 'ol Kanagawa. Me fleet 'o ships was planning on plundering some rare booty - and by booty, I mean hot wom--" He was silenced by a great kick to the head by LuvLuv Luna, who was apparently not in her greatest of GameArts spirits that day.

"So...what're we gonna do? It's dangerous, right?" Krizak spoke up, clutching his plush dragon tight in the soupy nighttime fog.

"Should we stay or should we go - that is what I now must know! Since I have so much free time, I can make my words all rhyme!" Helmsman Niflock shuffled a deck of cards on a table he'd set up by the wheel, looking over the railing at the gathering of the Whale's Whisker crew.

"There is only death here...no hot chixorz, no free food, and no good loot!" Kruseider raised his fist, shaking it because fist-shaking was something that looked pretty serious, and he wanted to give that impression.

"Perhaps there is no free food, and perhaps the loot is minimal," a shadowy figure wearing a black bandana stepped through the fog toward the circle of crew on the ship. Over his shoulder was slung a mighty mop - the symbol of the weight he carried - the weight of his vow to become the greatest mopsman in the galaxy. "But if there's one thing I can sense...it's a luscious, underage beauty, just waiting for a guy like me!" Private Renmazuo posed handsomely in the misty night, turning on some of the deck lights to give him that winsome glint that the moonlight didn't quite provide that evening.

"I dunno..." Krizak said, pushing a lifeboat back and forth. "Does he REALLY have extrasexory perception?"

"SHOCK!" Carly Cheeese's cute jaw dropped in surprise, agape at the unbeliever. "You question one of the great lech lords?"

"Well...I mean...he and the captain always have their hands all over women, but this is something different, I mean...." Krizak ran a hand through his hair, slick with dragon-brand styling gel.

"Ah, I am wounded!" Private Renmazuo lifted a hand up to his forehead, closing his eyes. "I feel weak...someone does not believe in my true divining powers of lechery! Come, come closer Carly, and give me strength!" The young, full-bodied maiden drew near to him, and he promptly placed his hand around her...curling around to feel up her chest.

"That's not it at all!" Krizak shouted.

"Wait...wait...it's coming to me..." the Private closed his eyes, the warm mist of his breathing slowing down in intervals. "I see a vision of loveliness...Ayame is her name! Aaaah, Ayame-chan! I see from the character description that you wield twin knives, but it is I who shall first penetrate youuuuu~"

"What am I, chopped liver!?" Carly backhanded the lech-tranced Renmazuo, sending him hurtling past the sails and up into the air. "Good men are so hard to find..."

"Ah, and hard men are so good to find, Carly my love~!" Captain Soujiro was standing beside her, seemingly awake from his previous bout with unconsciousness. "Say...what happened to Private Renmazuo? He must have sensed the hot vibes I myself picked up.

"TEH problem is, we are at a NINJA CASTLE," Kruseider added in. "Even if you want to -rush that shit down-, there're ninjas to worry about! This place might be harder to win than that damn Ninja Gaiden game for X-Box!"

"Well...we could do what we did that one time." A man with a blue shirt, a red suitcoat, and a giant brown afro had appeared in their midst, talking calmly to the captain.

"What?" Everyone exclaimed at once, training their gazes on the stranger. Suddenly, as though he finally remembered something, his expression lightened slightly and he stood up.

"Oh.....I'm Nabeshin."

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PostPosted: Mon Jun 07, 2004 12:37 am    Post subject: 3-6 Reply with quote Edit/Delete this post Delete this post View IP address of poster

Sly bolted around the corner, down the staircase, and down a few more passages, up a staircase, underneath several articles of furniture, through a papered barrier, over a flaming Poshul... and finally sought refuge under a low table in a dark corner of an unlit room.

Sly gasped for air as he listened for any sign of pursuit. "OK..." he panted to himself, "I think I lost them..."

Well, that was definitely the last time that he grabbed a bag of mysterious unknown artifacts from a guy who looked like he got up on the wrong side of the bed every day in his life. If big freaking cats of death were just going to pop out of absolutely nowhere and jump on him as soon as he did as little as opening up the bag...

Anyway, he'd make a note of that when he got back. "Avoid stealing from black... elfuses with giant panthers." It was just a shame he didn't have anything to show for the whole incident. It was almost worth having another shot at taking his stuff...

He thought for a second. "Unless said giant panther has no way to find you." Exactly how that was going to work... well, maybe Bentley could handle the details. But in the meantime, there were more than a few other potential targets around this place...

Sly scrambled out from his hiding place. And of course, it was that exact moment that a crew of about twenty ninjas suddenly poured in through the window and surrounded him, blades at the ready.

"Eh..." Sly blinked a few times. Well, there was no getting out of this one...

"Nice outfits, guys. Though maybe a little too much on the dark si-"

"Quiet, Azuma scum! Where is Lord Matsunoshin!"

"Lord Matsuwhata?" Sly tapped his cane against his side. "Uh, sorry, don't know anybody by that name. Must have the wrong number..."

"Tell me or I cut your throat!" The lead ninja howled, and stepped forward menacingly with his blade. "We know he have secret room in this palace. Where?!"

A secret room?

"I dunno, why don't you tell... ack!", Sly cried as a bag was stuffed over his head.
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<3 <3 <3 @ the Whale's Whisker crew~ XD
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Revan turned back to see Drizzt meditating, his mind wavering between the Dark and Light Side as he sat silently. He looked again, seeing the shadow of Malak as he neared the corridor's bend.

"Drizzt, we have to go. Now."

If Drizzt heard Revan, he didn't acknowledge it.

"Drizzt! Malak is coming for us, and in this condition, we'll have no chance. We have to move!" Revan whispered as harshly as he dared.

Drizzt still sat, silent and unmoving, alone in his mind.

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The Dark One comes to free me.

Let him come. I will not release you.

You have no choice. I am who you are, who you really are. Every drop of blood you've spilled has built me, the lust for killing you relish in under the banner of Good is my foundation.

No. I kill to preserve the cause of Good. The blood I've spilled is blood of those who would spill far more than I.

The voice laughed at Drizzt.

That is what you tell yourself so you can rest at night. But it is never an easy rest. I know. Because every night, you feel me, you sense me, and you know I am your true nature.

You are a relic of a desperate time. You have no meaning here. You are nothing.

I am THE HUNTER! I am what you are, your feelings and instincts. I am your essence. You are the relic.

I will not let you free.

We shall see about that, Drizzt Do'Urden.

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Drizzt's eyes opened, and Revan ignited his lightsaber as Malak stepped into the room, their blades quickly meeting as Malak's piercing gaze cut into the drow Ranger.

And then you will know the true power of the Dark Side.
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Cyan Garamonde – 3/2

Thunder Clouds

“Show me what you have learned!” The azure knight shouted as he raised his sword once again, waiting for the reckless teen to make his next move. Red’s eyes burned with resolve as his Zero Sword glimmered amidst the torrential rain.

Their eyes locked furiously as both analyzed each other thoroughly, looking for a flaw in each other’s defense to attack, and the fight had reached a stalemate. The fight had ceased to be between the fighter’s strength alone – now, it was clear that the one with the greater fighting spirit would come out the victor, although neither thought about the fight in terms of winning or losing.

“Your leg.” Cyan’s thunderous voice echoed through the pouring rain as he heavily stepped forward and swung his sword forward, hitting the blunt side of the Murasame in Red’s right leg and quickly stepped backwards, resuming his defensive stance. Red winced in pain and fell to his knees.

“Your defense is also lacking. I have pointed the flaw in your defense and easily hit. Had I used the other side of my blade, your leg was unprotected and I took advantage of that.”

Red slowly got up, giving the azure knight an angry glare and raised his blade again as he sped towards the mature warrior. Lightning lit the roof as the two blades met, the metal-on-metal sound blending itself to the thunder that followed. Red spun around and swung his sword horizontally, opening a small gash into Cyan’s left arm – which would’ve been bigger had Cyan not cast a Safe spell moments before.

Cyan stepped back to regain his momentum and dashed forward again – sword perpendicular to his eyes for a devastating horizontal slash.

Dance.

And so he did. First, an horizontal slash that was quickly parried by Red’s blade, followed by another vertical slash that missed Red’s left cheek by a few inches only. Red stumbled back a few steps, and Cyan continued – an upward slash followed by a diagonal, and final, slash. Blood poured from Red’s left shoulder as well as from his right forearm. Cyan smiled slightly; returning to his defensive stance, just in time to parry Red’s own Sky – which he had learned with incredible ease.

“I see it!” Red exclaimed, stepping back a few steps. The blood that trickled through his vests washed away by the heavy rain that fell on their heads, and isolated them from the rest of the world.

“Old man, you may have experience, but you lack…” But Red was interrupted as Cyan charged towards him again with incredible speed, after yet another Haste spell. Red winced as the felt the Murasame’s tip biting into his leg and thrust his own against the armor-clad Samurai.

Cyan fell to the wet ground, clutching his Murasame firmly with his right hand as he leapt to the air and swung his blade upwards – much to his surprise hitting nothing but the rain drops that insisted in falling from the storm clouds above. The azure knight looked around the roof but found no trace of Red. The royal retainer leapt backwards and readied his sword, waiting for his opponent’s next move.
Cyan’s breathing was heavy as he focused his senses into locating Red. From a quick Scan spell, he knew that he was still nearby – and somewhat wounded as well, as Cyan himself was – but could not quite locate him. The Samurai closed his eyes and began to focus – he could feel everything around him; every single raindrop that washed over the roof, the blue tiles that were now stained with their blood and the ruthless wing that insisted in changing directions constantly.

Suddenly, his lips parted into a grin and he spun around and lifted his sword. Thunder echoed in the distance as the two blades met once again and in a swift motion, Cyan ducked to the side as Red fell to the ground, beside Cyan.

“Even invisible your moves are louder than the thunder that falls around us.” Cyan said as he stepped back and let Red get up. “You have great potential, young man. You just need to learn to focus and learn to be one with your sword. Mighty men fell for taking that lesson for granted.”

Red clutched the hilt of his sword even tighter now and his eyes flickered with anger. Cyan remained impassive amidst the heavy rain that washed over them, not a hint of anger or hatred behind his peaceful eyes.

“Dammit, old man! Damn you!” Red shouted as the darted towards the azure knight holding his sword high above his head and slashed downwards. Cyan was ready, however, and easily parried the attack, but didn’t expect the second blow from below. Cyan winced as Red’s knee connected to his stomach, followed by his fists. Cyan stumbled back a few steps, almost falling to the wet tiles and Red charged once again, taking advantage of his opponent’s momentary loss of balance.

He struck once.

Lightning.

Twice.

Thunder.

Three times.

Static.

Then leapt to the air as his Zero Sword was consumed by purple lightning and dove back to the helpless Samurai below.

Heaven or Hell.

Tiger.

A huge explosion followed, loud enough to quiet the storm, roaring throughout the castle. The foundations of the house they were fighting shook, and the ceiling caved in and the two warriors fell inside the room below.

Silence, then something moved.

From within the charred debris, the spiky haired young man slowly rose to his feet, still firmly clutching his Zero Sword in his hand – the raindrops that fell turned into vapor as soon as it touched the blade, such was the energy released moments before.

On the other side of the room, was Cyan, sitting above a pile of rubble, staring at the young man. Surprisingly enough, Cyan didn’t appear to be very wounded aside from a few scratches – the same could not be said for Red, as he had a rather big hack from his left shoulder to the right side of his hips.

Cure2.” The azure knight said as a green and white light surrounded Red and his wound slowly closed, not even leaving a scar. Red grinned.

“You’re a strange man…” Red shook his head.

“I was only teaching you a lesson. My intention was not to hinder you, but to help you reach your true potential.” Cyan calmly stated as he reached for his sword. “Despite my old age, I too have a lot to learn from the way of the warrior.” He bowed his head slightly. “This is a gift from me to you. Use it well.”

Cyan picked up his sheath and stretched his arms, handing the Murasame to the young man, much to Red’s surprise. Red bowed and accepted Cyan’s gift. Suddenly, the two heard a gunshot and a black clad man fell from behind them – yet another ninja, it seemed. And from the place where it used to be the door, John 117, the man know only as the Master Chief stood, smoke coming out of his shotgun’s barrel.


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His sight blocked by the bag, Sly Cooper felt himself being pushed and shoved down the wooden-floored corridors of the castle. He was careful enough to keep track of where he was going, but without proper familiarity of the building, it was of little use and rapidly he grew disoriented.

Then, all of a sudden, they stopped. There was the sound of a shelf sliding, and Sly was buffeted forward.

"Greetings, Master Matsunoshin," Sly heard the lead ninja say. "We have come for your life. We have captured one of your soldiers that he may bear witness to your defeat"

"You think I'm a... well, somebody around here needs to get their eyes insp -" Sly's comment was interrupted by a sharp kick from behind.

"Hmph - traitorous wretches. You would join a man who betrayed his own brother."

"This is the end for you, Matsunoshin."

All of a sudden, however, Sly heard the sounds of rapid footsteps behind him - and with a sudden shove Sly was sent sprawling to the ground as the sounds of battle filled the room. Just these few moments alone, however, gave him all the time he needed to use the secret Cooper rope-loosening technique to free his hands, tear the bag off his head and escape the developing fray around him. As indeed, beneath the fire of the torches, two bands of black-clad humans were entrenched in fierce combat, with swords and knives - and bodies - swinging in every direction.

Sly shrugged. Such needless violence... well, looks like they were a little to busy to be needing these... Sly stuffed a couple of gold statuettes in his bag, and looked for an escape route.


Edit: Modified to better correspond (hopefully) with Coin's plans.
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Well, looks like I didn't have time for this round after all. Bloody shame; it looked like a fun one. So it goes. Sad

Anyway... much as I really wanted to finally use the all-offense Twin Sword stuff and mess with people, I really wouldn't feel right doing that. So I'll e-mail some private votes and Google the trivia to hopefully make up the WP/JP difference, and hope for next round. *chuckles*

Apologies to those of you who were planning on using Culex. I really wanted to participate, but... Life Happens. Neutral
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Ninja Lesson #3: There are always more ninja.
Ninja Lesson #4: Ninja flip out and attack all the time, for no real reason.

D +50 hours: 32 minutes: 03 seconds (SPARTAN 117 Mission Clock) /Gohma Castle, Tenchu Universe

"There are always more ninja," Cortana muttered in the Chief's COM, and John nodded.

"Sir John!" Cyan called to the Master Chief, suprised to see him once more. "Were you watching us?" John nodded, looking back down at the ninja.

"Securing the perimeter," he explained. "There are a lot of hostiles around here. From what I've been seeing, I don't think it would be wise to be alone." He stepped across the room toward Cyan and Red. He then paused, and shook his head.

"That battle was impressive," he added. "I wish I had an army of soldiers just like you two in my world." Coming from a born and bred soldier like the Master Chief, who had been around his fellow Spartans for decades, that was a true compliment, and both Red and Cyan understood the weight of John's words.

Cyan looked into the blank faceplate of the Master Chief's helmet, and recalled the brown eyes he had seen before. in the man's eyes, he had seen a sort of fear, but that had been short term. Beyond the fear, Cyan had seen something else, a long lost, deeply entrenched pain, and also a degree of exahustion, combined with a weary determination, one of the brands of a warrior who had seen war for far too long. John's words, and the wishful way he'd spoken them, intrigued Cyan. There was a trauma buried under there, just like the trauma he saw in Red's own eyes. Trauma that Cyan shared as well. A sense of deep pain and loss.

"Tell me," Cyan asked both of them, curious. "How did you come here? Why do you fight, despite the pains you have suffered?" Red clenched his fists slightly, still pained by his family's murder, and did not speak immediately. Master Chief, however, did not hesitate to respond. He had beendealing with his emotions for a long, long time, and knew how to control them.

"I've watched my family and my people be destroyed, little by little, for the last twenty-five years," John explained. "I grew up with my brothers and sisters on a world called Reach. There were seventy of us at first, and we were trained by a man named Mendez to be soldiers. We were called Spartans, after the greatest soldiers from our homeworld."

"Half of my family died when we were augmented," John said, slightly more quietly.

"Augmented?" Cyan asked. John nodded.

"Surgically and cybernetically. Our bodies were enhanced, but only thirty of us survived to become full-fledged Spartans. That was when were given the MJOLNIR armor." John tapped his chest.

"Then we encountered the Covenant."

John spent a while explaining how the war with the Covenant progressed, how, planet by planet, the humans had fought, stopping the aliens on the ground but burned from orbit. John listed dozens of worlds burned, billions of people slaughtered by the aliens. He told Cyan and Red about the fall of Reach, Halo, and the harrowing return voyage. He told them about his family, his fellow Spartans, killed one by one on Reach or elsewhere, and how the Covenant were closing in on Earth.

Cyan and Red listened intently to the long story, neither really comprehending the scale of the war and the evils the Covenant had perpetrated. But, even if they could not fathom the war (even after all this time, John himself couldn't really expand his mind around the scale of the war he had been fighting for so long) they understood the distant pain in John's voice as he had spoken.

Finally, John ended his story, and slumped slightly in his armor, almost as exhausted telling his tale as he had felt after survivng the escape from Halo.

"Truly that is incredible," Cyan remarked. "I, too have felt such pain. My entire castle, my whole family, was poisoned by a madman. And the same madman destroyed my world as well by destroying the very foundations of the planet...."

"I may not be as bad off as you guys," Red commented, shaking his head. "I lost my family too, but at leastI have a world to go back to." he looked up at the other two men. "But! We have the power to right those wrongs, don't we? Technology, training, experience, skills, weapons, magic...we may have different methods, but we have the strength to change things!"

Jeez, Red thought even as he said those words. I sound a bit like Alkaiser, don't I? Maybe not, but still....

"Indeed!" Cyan replied, nodding. "An we must all do what we can for those who still survive, and those who count on us." John said nothing, only nodding his helmet in agreement.

Then, of course, came the obligitory sudden and unexpected ninja attack.

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Apologies if I screwed up Red, Third.
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Sly glanced around the room, scanning for any available openings... Ah! Over there, near the top right hand corner of the ceiling. A hole, not large enough for a human, but perfect for someone like him. While the chaos was going on below, Sly gladly leapt for the hole, using his cane to swing himself into it.

Gleefully, he was about to make his escape as he eased himself up when Sly found himself face to face with a ninja. Correction, face to face with four ninjas, with one of them having a sword at his neck.

Out of the pan, into the fire, Sly sighed.

"Look... why can't we just have nice talk instead of always resorting to violence?" Sly said. Not that there was a huge chance for that.

"What's in your bag? Open it!" the ninja commanded.

Sly hid his bag behind his back. "Nothing, really. Just some private stuff... you know, soap and shampoo for keeping me pretty."

"Soap and shampoo? Never heard of it. I believe its stolen goods. You're coming with us now."

Sly shrugged, then saw a shadow land behind one of the ninjas. Hmm.. hopefully another ninja, hope he's good enough to handle these four.

The ninja nearest to the door fell with a thud, a well placed chop to the neck easily knocked him out. The remaining three turned their heads towards the man, who was holding two black weapons in his hands.

"Leave him to me! You two make sure the thief doesn't get away!" Sly let out an audible sigh at this.

Giving a yell, the first ninja charged in, jumping for a flying kick. Batman straffed nimbly to the right, dodging the kick as it came in fast. The ninja landed, and withdrew his sword. Quickly running, he aimed a stab at Batman's head. Batman ducked, the sword missing him by inches. In a flash Batman grabbed the hand that held the weapon and twisted it, the sword landing with a clang on the floor. Using his other hand Batman smashed the ninja's face with a powerful left hook, before kicking him hard in the groin. The ninja fell to the floor, clutching his crotch.

The other two quickly readied their weapons and studied the new man. One of them wielded a long bamboo stick, which Batman immediately recognised as Bo. The other held a nanchaku in each hand.

The man with the nanchakus advanced, swinging the weapon skillfully. Batman quickly withdrew two batarangs, throwing one at each the nanachakus. The batarang hit the handle of one, causing the ninja to drop it to the floor. The other hit the ninja's hand, causing him to drop the weapon with a cry. At the corner of his eye Batman saw other ninja raise the Bo to his mouth. A poisoned dart.

Quickly ducking low, Batman tripped the ninja that was attacking him, knocking him out with a quick chop to the neck.

The other ninja was about to shoot, when Sly jumped hard onto his foot while his attentions were on Batman. Quickly swinging his wooden cane upwards, Sly hit the Bo out of the man's hands. The cane continued upwards and hit the ninja square on the chin. Sly raised the cane and in less than a second brought it down hard on the man's head. He was out for the count.

"Well.. thank you, whoever you are, but i'll be making my move now." Sly said, tipping his hat to Batman.

"Not yet. Give me that bag." Batman pointed to the bag containing the statues.

"No way!" Sly shook his head. "If you want the statues, you gotta steal them yourself. Good day." Sly turned and started to run out the door. Batman quickly took out his Bat bolas and swung them a few times before releasing them at Sly's feet. The cords did their job, and Sly fell to the floor, legs tied up.

"Not so fast. I want you to return them. Now." The Dark Knight said.
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(Teeny-tiny spoilers in here: more of a preventative warning {so no one beats me down later} than anything else, though.)

Malak's eyes burned into Drizzt's mind, even as the Sith lord fought to combat Revan. Unfortunately for the Light-sider, Malak had used a rare degree of foresight in invoking his Force Immunity, rendering him immune to the more direct powers that the Jedi could summon. At the same time, Malak's own protective and supportive abilities were working as well as could be expected: the Sith had no intention on losing the battle.

Can you feel it, Drizzt? That burning passion that calls out to you, that gives you strength and power and control? Control even over those that you could not defeat before?

Malak launched into a deadly combination of slices with his lightsabre, moving with a speed and precision that would not have been possible without him tapping into the Dark side. Two blows sneaked past Revan's defense, the intense heat of the lightsabre searing the wounds as soon as they were inflicted. However... with a simple wave of his hand, the burns were eased, and the wound was partially restored.

"It doesn't have to be that way, Drizzt. There is always another way: you learned that in your childhood."

The combat of Revan and Malak was that of fire and ice, death and life, void and the very fabric of reality. Indeed, the sparks from the lightsabres threatened to turn the very wooden floors and walls on fire, and those instances where the Sith invoked his Force Lightning often caught other passers-by and burnt them.

However, when Drizzt attempted to aid his new-found friend, something deep inside him forced him to wait.
Let their battle serve as an example. If your side is truly more powerful, than you should have no fear.

Despite himself, Drizzt felt an uncomfortable cold shiver cross his body.

Malak leaped toward Revan at the same time his former master used the Force to jump forward. They met only a few inches below the ceiling: had they both tried overhead swings, then the entire room might have collapsed. Thankfully, they both chose horizontal slashes, each from their right side.

As though destiny had, indeed, ordained one result from the battle, the two both landed gashes on the left side of their opponent's torso, though their momentum seemed to stop when they wished it to, clearly defying the physics of that world. As they fell, Malak raised his left arm, and his lightning rippled outward in a ball of energy. He landed, somewhat gracefully, on his feet. Revan, however, did not.


You see the power, speed, and ferocity that I possess. My passion gives me strength. Strength that you possess. The passion, too, is something that you've felt before. That bitter, clinging feeling of hatred and bloodlust. Your own people venerated those feelings: you simply haven't given them the opportunity that they deserve.

Suddenly, a mental voice yelled, Don't listen to him!

One again, though, the Jedi got back on his feet and used his healing. This time, however, he flung his lightsabre towards Malak, using the Force to guide his aim. To the Sith, the ploy seemed far too easy, and he had an easy time batting the weapon away. That, however, was only the diversion.

To counteract Malak's Force immunity, Revan used his powers to rip the very planks of the floor out, and pushed them outwards with the Force. The first piece of timber Malak cleaved in two, but the others came on too quickly, and he leaped over to dodge them. Unfortunately, that was what Revan was waiting for, and another log hit the Sith square in the chest armor, knocking him down on the ground. Another quickly fell on top of him, effectively pinning the Sith... for a moment.

Revan, after a brief look to confirm Malak's fall, ran over to Drizzt. "Come on, we've got to get out of here!"

Drizzt looked at him with a blank expression on his face. "But that is not what is destined."

A brief moment of confusion, then the Light Jedi spun around, lightsabre at the ready. As he expected, Malak had freed himself easily. What he had not expected, however, was Malak and Drizzt speaking in unison.

"He is mine, Revan, as Bastila is mine. I will turn him to the Dark side, and you will watch me succeed. Then you will have the honor of being his first victim... or his killer. Either way will suit my purposes."

Revan's face contorted with emotion, but then it smoothed out. "There is no emotion, there is tranquility." He calmly walked forward, lightsabre active, and stated, "You will relinquish your hold on him, Malak. You know that you don't have the focus to both corrupt him and fight me."

Once again, Malak spoke with confidence, but Drizzt's voice was lagging behind it. It was as though, simply by suggesting that, Revan had lessened his student's hold on Drizzt. "I don't need to do so. After all, there is one power that will both immobilize you and allow me to focus all of my attention on him."

Too late, Revan realized exactly what Malak planned to do. Too late, he tried to raise his resistance to the Force, to create some barrier between himself and Malak's baleful will. If he had a second more, he would have been entirely safe. However, he did not have that second. His windpipe began sealing shut, and while his body fought hard enough to enable him to survive, all of his energy was being directed to staying alive. He was, effectively, helpless... as was Drizzt: the Hunter nature within him almost resonating with the sheer Dark energies that Malak was expending.

All was occuring exactly as the Dark Lord had foreseen...
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Don't worry, Wayne - life happens to all of us. *is at work*
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[In this particular post, there are deep, dark spoilers of both Dark Elf saga and KotOR. As well, there is quite a bit of dark-ish imagery and somewhat macabre writing. If that is a problem... you know what to do.)

Let us see what kind of deep, dark secrets the famed Drizzt has in his memories...

Torturously, and entirely against his will, Drizzt's mind drifted back to his days in Menzoberranzan, when he was nothing more than a child. The first memory to come to his mind was, of course, standing on the balcony of House Do'Urden, looking at the grand column of Menzoberranzan as it slowly drained of light and heat. At the very end, when the entire city seemed dim, there was a noise.

The noise of adamantite weapons being drawn. The noise of dozens of feet tramping over the hard stones. The noise of arcane spells being prepare, of prayers to a merciless deity being whispered, of the grim warriors knowing that they were marching to their own deaths in a meaningless slaughter so that their brutal masters could gain glory. Blood was to flow for another night...


A start, but nothing more. No matter how merciless your own people were, it is with you alone that this darkness lies. There is a reason for this somewhere in your mind...

A flash of light. Blinding, searing pain; pain that pierced through the eyes and seemed to dazzle the brain itself. Drizzt stumbled, blindly, searching for the one who had betrayed him... who was now trying to kill him. In the uniform white, the much younger Drizzt Do'Urden couldn't possibly see the blows coming, yet somehow he avoided them. But it was the betrayal that stung. The assailant was more than a mentor... he was a father, the only one who had even come close to understanding him. And now...

Revan fought against Malak's ever-tightening hold, his eyes boring into the now-complacent face of his former student. If anything, though, Revan was more disappointed in himself. How many times had the Council warned him against rash behavior, to never put anything past Malak? And now, he could only watch on as the evil that he had helped create continued its spread into another life...

Malak's voice was still mechanical, even in the false reality of Drizzt's mind. At the present, they were in a stylized version of the drow's former training hall, one wall completely dominated by a rack of weapons, all sharp and deadly. The Sith was, of course, not impressed. [color=red]What are you hiding from me, Drizzt of the House Do'Urden? What is the cortosis weave that I am missing?

Screams. Children of a Drow household were being butchered, and all of those around him were looking on in approval. No, not approval... pleasure. The entire house was going to be bathed in blood and arcane fire, and there was...

Nothing I could do. I was too young at the time.

Finally, an answer. That was an early step, but not your first one. Your people were savage in the way that only the true followers of the Dark side can be: civilized in every way, but with brutal efficiency.

But that 'efficiency' is a weakness, parading around like a strength. It doesn't give power, on the contrary, it...

"This is power!" Malak sent a shock of electricity into Drizzt's body. "The power of the Dark side is keeping my former master in check, while you yourself are helpless to resist. Without it, either of you could easily kill me." He concluded, in a sarcastic tone, "And it doesn't give me power?"

I now believe that I understand you a bit better, Drizzt of Menzoberranzan. I won't try to turn you to the Dark side.

A tone of disbelief from Drizzt, quickly stifled as he guessed what Malak would soon say. He was not disappointed. No, you have been on the Dark side all along. Observe.

The scene was that of the main hall of House Do'Urden. Drizzt, young and having not yet attended the Academy, looked in interest at another drow warrior. At a barely-muttered command, the two drow charged towards each other. Drizzt was, of course, much faster and more skilled, and he used his twin scimitars with deadly efficiency. His opponent, on the other hand, was clumsy. The clash was, in reality, only a few seconds long. Long enough for Drizzt to realize that there were only two options: killing the newcomer, or being killed himself.

Only later was it revealed that the "drow" was actually a captive goblin, brought before Drizzt solelly to be slaughtered at his hand. The goblin's purpose was fulfilled to the letter.


That was the first step, the first drops of blood that summoned me.

He couldn't believe that I had recovered so quickly. He thought that, perhaps, it was just my natural personality. But, rather, I had created something... absolutely evil.

Even the first step is enough to bring you to the Dark side. This, however... this is much more. What is your name?

I am the Hunter. You will free me, and I will kill for you.

No... I won't let this happen... I won't let the Hunter free to kill again, not since the last time...

Another arc of lightning. To Drizzt, the experience was familiar: pain reinforcing the lesson of a person far too far gone to care about such petty things as mercy. Yes, the Sith and the Drow had quite a few things in common, as the ranger was now finding out for himself...

Now, of course, Malak and the Hunter began working together, both of them wearing down Drizzt's mental reserves, and pooling the memories that they knew of the drow to better suit their own purposes...


You recall the horrible things that have happened to us, don't you? The pain and anguish we've suffered because you had to hold me back?

Wulfgar's loss...seeing him swallowed by the Yochol, transported to the Demonweb Pits, and all I could do was watch...ever since I set foot on the surface, I've put my friends in constant danger.

You could have stopped all of that, couldn't you? You should have done so, while the power was in your grasp.

I could have taken the dwarven armies into the Underdark, and slain my kin, and taken my ancestral home for my own. There, none would look at me with fear, or hatred.

Tell me more.

Allowing Entreri to live...he has caused so much grief. He stole away with Cattie-Brie, and I still let him live, as he does to this day.

Could you have stopped him?

I could have slain him.

Does the thought of slaying the human excite you?

He deserves to die.

You could have the power to crush Entreri beneath your boot, Drizzt. Your anger, your hatred--these are your allies. Without them... what do you have?

Another memory... or was it a premonition? Drizzt was running down a long, long hallway, with the sound of clashing hooks and the screaming of a child filling his mind. He burst onto the scene, where two hooked horrors were gazing at a drow child. Without a sound, Drizzt sliced through the horrors, their carapace offering no resistance to his scimitars. However, as Drizzt lifted the child up, something struck him. It felt like... something was wrong with the child. Perhaps it was... yes, it was the eyes! They were a brilliant purple color, and they seemed to pierce through the drow's mind. In a fury, he raised his scimitar, and sliced downward...

And the child was a fake, as well. Planted by those who wished to use you to further their own ends... and then to throw you by the wayside, a used tool that had shattered in service.

You had the ability to throw off the shackles that others attempted to put on you. There is another way of doing so. By gaining power, you can dictate the terms that you wish, and others will be forced to obey. Raw, untainted power is the way to the Dark side, and the Dark side leads to that power's perfection.

Another vision. A vision of the House Do'Urden, strong and invincible, striding off to combat another house in what passed as broad daylight. At its head was Drizzt: a perfected, cruel, heartless, but undeniably powerful Drizzt Do'Urden. At his command, the slaughter began: the streets would run red with the blood of his enemies. And those who would live through the night would know that they could do nothing but wait in their own turn...

And yet another. Drizzt came upon the scene of an absolute massacre, bodies slashed and flung in a chaotic whirlwind of fury and destruction. The only clue as to who did it was a dark shape, staying outside of light range. Suddenly, the thing appeared... Guenhwyvar, Drizzt's one true friend.


How did this happen?

You ordered me to kill every man, woman, and child. I have succeeded. But you can do so much more. You can cause entire nations to fall at your feet with the merest brandish of your scimitar.

I refuse! I will not stain my hands with... with the blood of those who do not deserve it! I am... better than that. Aren't I?

Of course not. No one would know better than I how irreperably stained you are.

Perhaps you cannot yet see the truth yet. Open your eyes!

At the command, Drizzt opened his eyes... and grimaced. His hands were stained with blood; blood that was caked on, dried, and so thick that he didn't see any way at all that he could cleanse them. The blood pulsated with hundreds of different heart beats. Slowly, somehow, the beats joined together to form words. Murderer... murderer...

I-is that the best you can do? I'm not fooled by these tricks, by this small amount of blood!

[color=violet]As well you shouldn't be. There is a lot more blood that you have spilled over the years, Drizzt. You are holding only the last year's worth. There is much more for you.


As though on cue, a literal torrent of blood flowed down from an unseen height upon Drizzt. He was immediantly revolted, but move though he might, with his incredible speed, the blood followed. He couldn't get away from the taint. Soon, it was forming a pool at his feet, a pool that continued to expand.

W-what does this mean?

You will die here. Neither of us will aid you, and you cannot help yourself out. You will drown in the sins that you've committed. There is, however, one way out.

And what's that?

As it began, so shall it begin anew. Malak moved his half-cloak aside, to reveal a small drow child. Innocent, apparently, with brilliant lavender eyes. He had a knife held in both hands, hilt towards Drizzt.

The nearly-drowning warrior reached out and grabbed the child by its white robes, and tried to pull himself up. Unfortunately, the child was nowhere near strong enough to aid him, and instead, it fell into the pool. When it surfaced, its brilliant lavender eyes stared into Drizzt's soul.


Such a simple step, yet fraught with symbolism. Simply use the knife, and you will be spared. After all, it was that child that brought you into this trouble. It deserves nothing but...

Malak stopped in triumph. The child's eyes were slowly closing, and after a brief moment, it fell into the pool, and sank into the red depths, its own blood mixing with those that Drizzt had already claimed. Suddenly, he felt strength and vigor returning to his limbs and body. He felt... alive, and both the hot rage and soothing strength pulsed through him. Then he turned to Malak.

At his side was no longer the diabolic Hunter, but rather, the sane Drizzt Do'Urden. Which meant that the person in control of the body had to be...


Myself. At long, long last...
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The divine blade seeks not to harm the righteous.

A-vote to Brahne
A-vote to Jedah

The no-shows, on the other hand, are just targets.
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Ninja Lesson #5: Peptuck writes half-assed posts when he's halfway awake. Wait, that's not relating to ninja at all....

D + 51 hours: 12 minutes: 27 seconds (SPARTAN 117 Mission Clock)/ Gohda Castle, Tenchu universe

"Like I said, there's always more ninja," Cortana commented as the Chief pumped his shotgun once more. Another ninja collapsed to the floor, but yet another of the damned little suicide killers leaped to the attack, jabbing forward with his ninja-to. John snapped the butt of his shotgun forward, deflecting the sword, and shot his right arm into the ninja's face. The impact reduced the man's skull to a mush-like substance, which was not good for the man's health.

Cyan danced his blade off the swords of two more of the black-clad spies, cutting down low across one of the ninjas' stomach, then slashing high, taking the other across his face. Blood flew in the wake of the cut, and the ninja fell. Behind that pair, another pair rushed forward, blades high for a pair of strikes.

Dance.

Cyan focused, and leaped forward at the ninja, his katana flashing in a rapid quartet of strikes before he leaped back. The ninja paused for an instant, suprised at the blinding strikes, then fell, dead.

Red brought the Murasame down hard on one of the ninja assaulting him, the two-handed swing almost slicing the unfortunate spy in half. The weapon Cyan had gifted him with was indeed powerful, and his appreciation for the old man grew with each slice.

Shurieken flashed at the spikey-haired fighter, but he snapped the Murasame around in a quick deflection, knocking aside the throwing stars with ease and countering with a rapid-fire Swallow Swing. The green discs caught the attacking trio of ninja by suprise, cutting through one of the men and wounding a second with a painful cut across his shoulder. The third ninja artfully evaded the energy attack, but had to quickly dodge and parry as Red closed in, chopping with a barrage of measured strokes. The ninja was quick and skilled, but Red was more experienced and far more talented witht he blade. The ninja quickly found himself outclassed, and realized a full three seconds before the killing blow fell that he was dead.

John's shotgun barked one last time, and clattered to the floor, spent. The Chief didn't bother taking the time to reload, as replacing the spent shells would take too long. Instead, he went for his combat knife at his side as another ninja closed in. His hand touched the sheathed weapon, then paused at the weapon beside it. John snapped the handle out, and powered on the plasma sword. The glowing blade sliced the ninja neatly in half.

Corpses of dying and dead ninja piled around the fighters, sliced apart by Cyan's precise strikes, Red's straightforward cuts, and Master Chief's alien sword. Within a matter of minutes, the ninja either realized they were way too outclassed, or they just ran out of ninja in the area to throw at the warriors, as no more of the black-clad killer spies came at the trio.

John thumbed off the plasma sword, returning it to his side, and picked up his shotgun, not even breathing hard. he calmly reloaded the weapon, frowning as he saw he only had twelve shells remaining. he glanced back up at his comrades ho, aside from a few minor wounds which Cyan was healing with his magic, were unharmed.

"Whoo!" Red cheered, smiling. "Good fight!"

John nodded, but paused as a new threat appeared on his sensors. he turned to face the approaching enemy, his shotgun rising, and then froze. He recognized this foe.

Jedah Dohma giggled faintly once more at the notion of opening up the Master Chief, then swept his gaze across the ruined house, at the other two fighters who he did not know. The insane demon sized them up with the same uncomfortable gaze and drifted forward.

A shotgun blast from the Master Chief tore half of Jedah's face off, but it regenerated within seconds, and the demon giggled once more. The Master Chief's response was a second blast, then a third, then a fourth. The first two masses of buckshot ripped up Jedah's head, whiel the last blast tore it off completely. Jedah paused in midair, blood erupting from his neck like a geyser, but then began to regenerate his head. john watched in complete awe as the head restored itself. Nothing he had seen in his decades of war had resembled this....

"Fascinating," Cortana whispered. "He is simply regenrating the blood he's lost and using that to recreate his body."

"Any way to stop it?" John asked, pumping another shell into his weapon and firing, blasting a massive wound in Jedah's chest. Blood exploded with the force of a fire hose, hurling the Master Chief off his feet. the blood boiled and steamed, sparking off his shields, but did no damage. John did note, however, that his shield bar had dropped by a quarter from the impact.

"I'm working on that," Cortana replied.

Dance.

More blood suddenly exploded from the demon as Cyan struck in a blinding quartet, slicing the demon three times across his torso before severing one of his arms. Jedah cringed in pain, then laughed madly, regrowing the severed arm and then lifting the fallen limb. He swung it like a club, beating Cyan across the head with his own arm. The knight was hurled off his feet, but recovered instantly as Red attacked as well, striking with a powerful Thunder Thrust.

Lightning arced through Jedah's body, and the demon roared in pain once more, before swinging his bloody club across, batting Red away. The spikey-haired fighter rolled back onto his feet as another shotgun blast staggered Jedah. The demon then shook his head and giggled some more, even as yet another balst tore into his chest.

John pumped his weapon's action repeatedly, firing madly. How much damage could this thing take?!

The shotgun clicked as he pumped the last shell out of his weapon. The Master Chief discarded the spent shotgun, even as Jedah advanced once more....
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R-vote to Sly Cooper
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Shock! Suspense! Thrills! Rocket-propelled ninjas! What will happen next?

...The omake, that's what. Maybe an hour while I formulate a story post and proofread the omake.
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Beep-beep...

"Interplanar agent Ralph speaking. Oop... One moment, please..."

*FWOOOOSH* "AAAAAAAHHHH! GENBU BURNS LIKE ALL THE ONI OF THE MOUNTAINS HAVE MADE GENBU THEIR UKE!"

"I'm sorry, just had to avoid a rocket-propelled ninja. He was not exactly as stealthy as average."

"Oh, good day madam. How rare it is to call me while I'm on assignment." *fwip! tink-tink-tink*

"A minor itinerary change? Of course, madam, he is in control, but at the moment I fail to see the need..." *foo! plik*

"Trust your judgment. Yes, I did say that, didn't I?" *fweep-tink-fwoooosh*

"Of course, madam. Yes, madam. I was merely attempting to ascertain..." *(ninja-like silence noises)*

"Yes, madam. ...Yes, madam. Yes, madam, at once, madam. Yes. Thank you. Goodbye."

Ralph sighed and looked at the screen on his handheld. "A rest. Indeed. This whole excursion is meant to be a vacation. But, if he says so, he says so I suppose. Let's see... Oh, I know this place. Good choice."

He poked a button and the familiar mists swirled around the contestants, then they were gone. After a moment, Ralph snapped his fingers and followed, causing the ninja sneaking up on him to tumble off the roof in surprise. Then, Genbu flew by again.

*FWOOOOOOSH* "AHHHHHHH! FLYING THROUGH WATER DOES NOT HELP GENBU! MERELY FEEL LIKE GENBU BELLY-FLOPPED WITH GENBU'S HEAD!"
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